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When’s the last time someone said to you, “Hey, free gas at the pumps today?”

Chinese Elm Meets the Power Line Crew

This is all the wood that no one in the neighbourhood felt that they couldn’t split.

Here’s just a little of what I managed to drag home in the heat …

When’s the Last Time Someone Said: “Oh, I got a lot of these propane cylinders around here, why don’t you take some home?”

Elm wood waiting to be hauled to the back yard, and smelling like wine.

Really. It smells like wine.

When’s the Last Time You Opened a Bottle of Wine With a Maul and Wedges?

Or an oil well, for that matter.

Every gram of wood carbon that goes up the chimney is a gram that is already a part of the carbon cycle and a gram of petrocarbons that is not and that gets to stay in the ground where it belongs. Long live weeds!

This is a Blog about People in Place

I am working at rebuilding human relationships to the earth, growing the global from the local and developing new environmental technologies out of close observation of the land. The land is the watershed and run of the Okanagan River in the North American West, and the Chilcotin and Columbia volcanic plateaus and basins that surround it. It is the goal of this blog to build the future now and to do it through attention to art, earth, science and beauty, so that there is, actually, a future for our children and a path for them to feel out their way to the earth should they ever find themselves in the dark. The project will lead to two book manuscripts in the summer of 2013, one on the salmon of the Okanagan River, the last major run on the Columbia system, and the other on the connection between the Manhattan Project and the political and industrial face of Eastern Washington and Southern British Columbia. They will do so within the broader context of land-based technologies, in forms that are simultaneously art and science. In this land without borders, there is no international line at the 49th parallel, cutting our country in two, and no imagined wall between settler and indigenous cultures. We are all walking together. We are all the land speaking.